YOU JUST NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU GET TO SAY YOUR LAST GOODBYE…

YOU JUST NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU GET TO SAY YOUR LAST GOODBYE…

You just never know what is going to happen… I’ll start at the end of the story and then move through the events…

Last night I had a large esophageal food bolus obstruction, which is a medical emergency caused by the obstruction of the esophagus by an ingested foreign body. It is usually associated with diseases that narrow the lumen of the esophagus. Normally it is excised in an endoscopic operation (30 mins), and just pushed down into the digestive system to be processed out.  So, 2.5 hours later, the consultant surgeon had removed a huge obstruction/tumour, all of it piece by piece. And of course the 30 minutes allowance of anaesthesia had to be changed mid-operation and  I had to be sent “deeply under”…

It’ll be a couple days to recover from the surgery, especially the “deeply under” part, but what a blessing they found it and dealt with it right there…

So, back up for a few hours…  On the non-stop Chicago to London flight yesterday, I developed terrible Angina chest pains and could not swallow… No matter what I tried, could not shift it. Started running my Cardiogram app, and my pulse was penduluming between 50 and 95 beats/min. The crew saw I was in distress, and slapped a blood pressure monitor on me, it was very high and all over the shop like my pulse… Both they and me thought there was most probably a heart attack, the Angina pain was extreme take-your-breath-away pain. They called ahead and got the doctors at one of the East Sussex hospitals on the line, and they walked them through what to do. There were no doctors on the plane, and they had their defibrillator down and unpacked for use… However, we were still in the middle of the Atlantic with the closest airport in the Azores a long way away, and even I know that you probably can’t keep someone alive with CPR for 2 hours…

You can’t imagine the personal horror of having (or thinking you are having…) a full on heart attack  In the middle of the Atlantic, 4 hours from London… Talk about helpless. I’d talked with Janet just before getting on the flight and she was excited about going out with new friends that night, the flight was on time and I would get there fresh for my meetings, or not… I am always optimistic and looking forward to tomorrow, except this was one of the first situations in a few decades where I could see there was a very good chance there would be no more tomorrows…

I wouldn’t get to tell Janet how much I loved her ever again, I would never get to see Sydney or tell her how much I loved her either, I would never get to see any of my Life.Church team or tell them how much I appreciate and love each of them, or my close friend Art who is in real trouble and I can’t help right now, or Mike and all his battles, or Greg & Pam and Mark & Aubin who I was so looking forward to seeing in America, or all the friends at Hillsong and In the UK. None of them, never, this was it… I deeply sobbed for all the family and people and friends who I have deeply loved and cared for and could only hope they all understood that. And this went on amidst my shattering Angina pain for a couple of hours. People around could see that I was really suffering, did anyone reach out to help? Not one.  The woman sitting next to me even asked to be moved to a different seat. I was completely and totally alone.

In the middle of what was spiralling into a deep depression, I heard a voice saying, “hey, shut up, you aren’t alone, I’m here…” I looked around, “H” is that you? You see I call the Holy Spirit “H”, sometimes “Father H”, because we talk so much, but usually it is just “H”. he said, I already told you to ask in Philippians 4, and you will have peace. So, I said, look H, if my heart is shagged, there isn’t a lot I can do. I thought I was being a pretty good steward on my physical health, but if that was to be it, then that was to be it. I didn’t ask for healing, I didn’t think I needed it, I needed peace, and I got it. Still in shocking pain, but in total peace. I know you are probably thinking, yeah some good that is going to do, you are going to be peacefully dead, but I didn’t care…

Norwegian Airlines got cleared through all the air traffic and went right into Gatwick where the Paramedics were waiting. They came right on the plane and while everyone was getting off, hooked me up to the latest and greatest portable EKG Machines. Then they announce that there is no heart problem, but some thing had gone very wrong food-wise.  they did it a couple more times to be sure, and that was that.

I then got sent home, and got on with things I had to do, still in great pain… Went straight over to see Nell, whom I am renting a room from whilst the house is being refurbished and sold, who is a GP and who got me connected to the hospital and seen right away.  We got in and they, with Nell’s help quickly figured out what this was, got my into the hospital, and operated through the night to get the thing taken out. It was so big that it had to be cut away one bit at a time, which took all that time…

So, sorry for my longest blog ever, wanted to give everyone the blow-by-blow. But I have a question for you? What if this happened to you? Have you told everyone that you love today, just how much you love them? Could you have peace knowing there is a +90% chance you are going to die right there? You need to go on to http://www.live.life,church and watch this new series: “At the movies”.  Or, call/email/test/message me, love to talk about how you too can find peace…

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